Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,84
thick hair, I pulled her from me and gave her fair warning. “You’re not topping me, woman.”
Her eyes hazy, her lips wet, she looked up at me the same way she had in the cabin. “Topping?”
My dick pulsed and my new hardware shifted. I wanted in her mouth, her cunt, and her sweet ass. “When it’s you and me in the bedroom, I’m calling the shots.”
“Oh.” She blinked. “Always?”
I tipped my chin. “Nonnegotiable.” My woman was never going to take the lead behind closed doors. I didn’t give a fuck how controlling or dominant I sounded, it wasn’t going to work any other way for me. I knew who I was, and I’d give her what she needed because she was submissive as hell. But she was still young enough that she might not realize that yet.
“Okay.” A shy smile touched her lips. “I’m good with that.”
Releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I asked the flip side of the coin. “Hard limits?”
“Don’t shut me out again,” she said without hesitation.
My first reaction was to get pissed, but I caught myself. “We already went over this, woman. I’m not rehashing it.”
She frowned. “I know, but you asked what my hard limits were.”
I couldn’t help it, I fucking smiled. “Not what I was after, sweetheart.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you making fun of me?”
“No.” Grinning, I brought my mouth to her neck. “Maybe.” I sucked the soft skin below her ear and lowered my voice. “Hard limits, woman. Anal play, cuffs, spanking, delayed gratification.” I dragged my tongue over her flesh. “Your clit between my teeth.”
She shivered, and her small hands grasped my biceps. “Shade.”
“Right here, princess, but you need to answer the question. You got a problem with any of it?” I bit her ear, then sucked the sting away.
“Oh my God.” Breathless, she melted into me. “I missed you.”
I chuckled. “You missed my orgasms, woman.”
“No, I missed mine,” she sassed.
“Fucking smart mouth.” I bit her at the base of her neck, then swirled my tongue over her sweet skin. “You knew what I meant.”
“Just clarifying.” She moaned as I licked her. “You know, in the name of transparency and all that.”
Dragging the thin as hell straps of her dress over her shoulders, I unceremoniously shoved them down her arms. “For the record, you’re not wearing this again.” Not in public.
Her back stiffened. “What’s wrong with the dress?”
“It’s not the dress.” I peeled the material off her tits only to find a gold strapless bra underneath. “It’s the way you look in it.” Goddamn she was stacked. And so fucking gorgeous.
Her voice got small. “You don’t like it?”
Fuck me. I grasped the side of her face. “I’m going to say this once, princess, so listen carefully.” I held her blue-eyed gaze. “I don’t share.”
“When you said you wanted to do this, I assumed—”
“I’m not finished,” I warned.
“Sorry.” She dropped her gaze.
“Eyes on me,” I demanded.
Inhaling, she looked back up.
I stroked her soft cheek. “I’m a selfish man. I’m not gonna share you, and that includes having you parade around in a tight as fuck dress that shows every one of your mouth-watering curves to any prick who isn’t blind. I don’t give a damn if it’s a ten grand a plate charity dinner, or if you’re walking your sweet ass into a fast food joint. I don’t want other men feasting their eyes on what’s mine.”
She smiled. Shyly. “You like my curves?”
Dead serious, I gave her the truth. “I love your curves.”
Heat flushed her face. Then she blurted shit out like she was guilty of something. “I gained some weight in rehab.” She glanced down at herself then looked back up at me. “I was self-conscious tonight. The dress was fitted, and I was worried…” She cleared her throat. “Never mind. Thank you for the compliment.”
“It wasn’t a compliment. It was the truth. Fill out that ass with another twenty pounds and I’ll show you exactly how much I love it.” My cock already rock fucking hard pulsed painfully just thinking about taking her sweet ass.
“I… ” She blinked. “Twenty pounds?” She laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah, no one’s ever said that to me.”
“Then you’ve been around the wrong kind of assholes.”
She smiled the smile she’d given me up at the cabin. “And you’re the right kind?”
Leaning down, I lowered my voice. “I’m the only kind for you.”
“I like the sound of that,” she whispered.
“You better, because I’m about to fuck you hard on the kitchen counter before taking you into